You neigh once more, feeling the shapes of the many humans inside kicking and moving inside of your huge stretched dome of a belly watching idly as they make handprints and footprints poke up here and there from inside across its taut surface. Your owner doesn't seem to notice that and chalks it up to overactive foals even as it would be clear to anyone else watching that those aren't foals inside, what with the constant and frantic movement to not say of the clearly human imprints bulging out of your gut.
Thinking back on that night of magic, you recall of a group of 5 humans talking and laughing loudly headed straight to your stable for some reason that would soon be clear... these humans are egging on one of their own to come inside and tease your lady parts full-aware of your mounting heat that has been brewing in your loins for the last couple of days.
The group eggs on one of their own, a young human man, to enter your pen and "do something sexual with her" as they say, which makes you feel both a bit confused and thrilled for a release... and unknown to you yet, getting what you wish most: foals.
Be it for nature or perhaps just plain bad luck, none of the stallions on the farm have been able to impregnate you. Perhaps these humans will succeed in what they failed repeatedly...
But the real question is, why are they here and why are they so interested in you?
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